مَنwho لصبٍّfor a lovesick man فوقupon فَرشِa bed of ضَنىًwasting illness
مَن لصبٍّ فوق فَرشِ ضَنىً
أبداًforever فَبُرؤهfor his recovery يَنتكسrelapses
أبداً فَبُرؤه يَنتكس
Who will aid a lovesick man upon a bed of wasting illness,
For one caught off guard upon bedding of ease
forever, for his recovery gives way to relapse?
His conscience will never find peace
جَفنُهhis eyelid بالدَمعwith tears مُنطَلقٌunrestrained
جَفنُه بالدَمع مُنطَلقٌ
وكَراهand his slumber عنهُfrom him مُحتَبسwithheld
وكَراه عنهُ مُحتَبس
His eyelid lets tears flow freely,
His eyes spilling with unrestrained tears
And his slumber is withheld from him.
While his hatred for it, he tries to appease,
جَهلdid not know العُذّالُthe reproachers مَوضِعَهhis whereabouts
جَهل العُذّالُ مَوضِعَه
فهداهُمso guided them نَحوهtoward him النَفَسthe breath
فهداهُم نَحوه النَفَس
The reproachers did not know his whereabouts,
The tormentors, not knowing where it hurts
So his breath guided them toward him.
Led by their whims, his pains increase